Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct
Me, I just make sure they stomp like grapes
I make the hardest a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to
just burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall goin heaven to hell?
Yall goin nowhere

But in the town on the same dirty ground
And I care how you livin it up
I even got dead shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns just to niggas run by me

I squeeze mine with one eye and one and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
When it blows, so called pimps die hoes
Dont bite or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have wanted in dead park

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv teams
Since I had a scream
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need
Im a customer, I snatch cream

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing early
'Cause you blast when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went from the house to the raw house
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the same
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These aint water pistols, they shoot many
And when I set em off, they scar bones to the grissle

Only I knew how it was come
Put up in your mom, for your only son
Im everyone

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the
See, Is sick, throwin up and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I through the eyes of a fiend
ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and pump me

Came home, of as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was than a lot of yall records
Bed rocked ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched die extra slow
I lock shop when I come with the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all cocked

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, West collabo
Warren G doin it with my niggas from the Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for
In the 99